he wasn’t much on talking
nor the type to say goodbye
he’d just hang up the phone
and let the dial tone ride
not out of disrespect
or to insinuate a fight
but usually he didn’t care enough
to try to be polite

along came a yin
to his ice cold yang
a baby doll face-ded
grown woman waist-ed
politely abrasive valentines thang

this love child went against the grain
and rubbed him the right way
with soft spoken lip service
compliments of her gloss and kiss game

he felt kinda lame
despite being gangsta at heart
it was the subtle geisha undertone
of her fine woman art
that seduced his resolve
rendering him subliminally enthralled
and open to being involved and entertained

if it was game
then her poker face came from the queen of spades
he still cared enough to risk calling her bluff
he was willing to a gamble with his heart
and even liquidate his player card
if she cashed in the chip on her shoulder
they both had to ante up

the stakes were high
she cultivated his random deposits
turning seeds of secrecy
into more and more intimate knowledge
of his roots
which blossomed into branches
baring low hanging fruit
resembling skeletons hidden in the closet

she could tell by his actions he was invested now
security and her stock price had risen
the going rate on the market
wasn’t what either of them bargained
so they both got off and pursued something different

he still wasn’t an open book
his hand was a sanctum of not to mentions
but she loved him in between silent lines
of communication
even cared enough to pay his details attention
noticing he said good bye
for the very first time
was a gift she wouldn’t soon be forgetting

he wasn’t much on talking
nor the type to say goodbye
he’d just hang up the phone
and let the dial tone ride
not out of disrespect
or to insinuate a fight
but usually he didn’t care enough
to try to be polite

along came a yin
to his ice cold yang
a baby doll face-ded
grown woman waist-ed
politely abrasive valentines thang

this love child went against the grain
and rubbed him the right way
with soft spoken lip service
compliments of her gloss and kiss game

he felt kinda lame
despite being gangsta at heart
it was the subtle geisha undertone
of her fine woman art
that seduced his resolve
rendering him subliminally enthralled
and open to being involved and entertained

if it was game
then her poker face came from the queen of spades
he still cared enough to risk calling her bluff
he was willing to a gamble with his heart
and even liquidate his player card
if she cashed in the chip on her shoulder
they both had to ante up

the stakes were high
she cultivated his random deposits
turning seeds of secrecy
into more and more intimate knowledge
of his roots
which blossomed into branches
baring low hanging fruit
resembling skeletons hidden in the closet

she could tell by his actions he was invested now
security and her stock price had risen
the going rate on the market
wasn’t what either of them bargained
so they both got off and pursued something different

he still wasn’t an open book
his hand was a sanctum of not to mentions
but she loved him in between silent lines
of communication
even cared enough to pay his details attention
noticing he said good bye
for the very first time
was a gift she wouldn’t soon be forgetting